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I could just make out from our conversation at the dinner table that JM had so far enjoyed the conference in Sweden, although his girlfriend had not found it quite so interesting. After the meal one of the organisers asked … Continue reading →

A scatty older friend had mislaid her glasses and scarf and I set off to retrieve them. What should have been a simple task was complicated by my unfamiliarity with this airport. Every escalator seemed to take me further away … Continue reading →

I sang nursery rhymes to toddler A under the watch of her adoring parents J and N. Then I set off to London to do some work. On arrival at the British Library GW and I were very confused by … Continue reading →

The National Library of Scotland stretched up to the sky in its brand new twenty-two storey building. I joined a guided tour for the afternoon, partnered up with the young man known to be the object of KT’s affections. This … Continue reading →

The Indian manager of the charity shop had fallen in love with me. He begged for a date, offering to pay for both the coffee and my time with him in the cafe at the rate of £5 an hour. … Continue reading →

My class started at 14:00 and it was already 14:05. I still needed to collect the materials from my office. More pressing was the requirement to dress. I couldn’t really turn up to teach wearing just a navy blue towel. … Continue reading →